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Post by Kully on Dec 23, 2004 10:56:30 GMT
*A woman can be heard screaming from several houses away. Anyone in the immediate area sees a middle aged villager stumble out of a thatched hut by the stocks, and run off towards the pub out of sight. There don't appear to be any other inhabitants in the hut, but a tall figure drags its feet as it emerges from the doorway.
The figure looks human, but it's face is nothing but skin and bone, the thin skin tinged green and it's eyes black. There is a pungent smell about the figure, and it's clothes are worn grey. It doesn't appear to be armed, but staggers out into the square...*
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Post by Sera Williams on Dec 23, 2004 18:19:55 GMT
* Freshly into Wolfenden Sera was a bit astounded to see what appeared to be a zombie or an orc of legend stumbling about. The exhausted little female looked about to see if any souls could assist the screaming woman. Swallowing she hid away in the shadows watching the creature. Her Kestrel took to the air giving her an over view of the village.. right now if she wanted to go anywhere she had to pass this creature. Not certain of the dangers involved she would focus ... slumped against the wall she stepped into the bird's mind trying to see any authoritative figure below. Seeing a local constable she snapped back into her body and crept through the shaded areas cursing her flame red hair. She moved as slowly as she could trying to get past the beast with out alerting it.. her instincts telling her he was a greater danger than she could comprehend.. or he was in greater danger.. uncertain which she merely wanted the facts of what had happened.* |
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Post by Kully on Dec 23, 2004 21:31:12 GMT
*The undead smells blood pumping through a living body. It turns and begins to move slowly towards Sera...*
(OOC: Just to warn you, in this RP system there are no zombies *laughs* don't refer to them or I'll send hoards of undead after you!
Note: Undead are the bodies of those passed long ago that have been summoned for a [usually bad] cause by some form of mage. They do not eat brains. Their aim [if you can rerally call it that - it tends to be a nervous reaction to the smell of living] is to kill whatever gets too close and destroy the evidence by eating the flesh from the body.)
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Post by Sera Williams on Dec 23, 2004 23:01:25 GMT
(OoC: Mmmm living flesh is eaten anyway... yummy. Thanks for the education... I will never eat and read a post by you again~!)
*Ohhh Crap. For a moment the undead would smell her so clearly.. she was utterly afraid.. before natural preservation took over... she let go. Her mind became aware of its desire. The authority would be of no help. Sera did not like this at all. Focusing her energy she whispered*
Heavens protect me...
*Her Kestrel would circle the beast as she looked for a way out of this situation.. was there a body of water near by? She had heard undead could not swim, and as they were superstition surely that must be true. She would move quickly running down the street her hawk diving to attack the creature. Its talons and beak would be used to rend flesh as they were designed. He would protect his mind mate*
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Post by Kully on Dec 24, 2004 12:06:02 GMT
*As a slow moving creature, the undead grind to a halt as the scent of the kestrel catches to wind. He raises his head to see the kestrel diving towards him, and raises an arm...*
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Post by Sera Williams on Dec 25, 2004 9:14:21 GMT
*Poor Sera had no idea where to go. She could see the marketplace off to the side, as well as an inn but she did not desire to endanger another living soul. The kestrel would let out a shrill cry not using its beak on the flesh of the dead but shredding into that arm before wheeling away and diving down again. Sera darted into the Marketplace weaving between the stalls her mind link with her bird telling her if it was injured or not. The cry of the hawk possibly summoning other fowl to its aid.*
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Post by Kully on Dec 27, 2004 14:14:23 GMT
*As the kestrel ploughed into the undead's raised arm it lets out a gutteral cry, bearly audible from where Sera was, and just...disappeared.*
*Sera's mind-mate, however, took a bad blow, and is now struggling on the floor a few meters away, with a simple fracture to a wing. There do not appear to be any magical or unnatural injuries. He cries pitifully...*
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Post by Sera Williams on Dec 27, 2004 17:38:32 GMT
*The poor kestrel. Feeling its pain meant that Sera never quite made it into the market. She had to turn back. She would not leave her friend to suffer. The young woman could not stop the rising bile in her throat. It felt as if her arm had been shattered. The hawk kept crying out... and Sera? She was never a warrior. She knew nothing about how to kill that sort of beast. Instead the young woman prayed she could get away with her bird and her life. Creeping closer and closer.. she was afraid and her heart was pounding. It was not likely that the undead would miss her presence. She could almost reach the bird. Sniffling slightly she did wonder how the rest of this village could ignore the beast.. had he already eaten the others? Terrified she still moved in closer. Grabbing up a small stick, probably would be pointless in actual usage butit made her feel better, she made a grab for the hawk.*
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Post by Sera Williams on Jan 6, 2005 20:37:32 GMT
(OoC You all can feel free to join in....... please? PLEASE? I want to play.)
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 7, 2005 1:38:44 GMT
*Most of the eye- and ear-witnesses to the goings-on ignore Sera and her injured comrade. Back when dungeoneering was still active, many of them gleaned that 'curiosity killed the cat', and so they remain unhelpful voyeurs, neither approachable nor approaching.*
*But one villager begins to step tentatively over to the pair. It is Drassandre, once a barmaid at the Crazed Heifer, now just another of Wolfenden's insignficant 'extras'. However, at a time when others seem not to care, Drassandre decides that she wants to try being... significant.*
*Nervous about speaking, Drassandre hopes that the woman with the bird will catch her eye, as she moves towards them.*
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Post by Sera Williams on Jan 7, 2005 23:06:35 GMT
*Sera was glad someone at least was noticing she was alive. The young woman held the wounded Kestrel to her chest ignoring the danger of beak and claws. She was gentle... but at the same turn she needed to move fast in case the creature still coming after her. Darting over towards the other female she kept one eye out for the creature at all times... it was disgusting... it was wrong... she was terrified... not saying a word she just hoped that the woman was going to actually assist her....*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 8, 2005 2:28:35 GMT
[OOC: Going by this... *As the kestrel ploughed into the undead's raised arm it lets out a gutteral cry, bearly audible from where Sera was, and just...disappeared.* ...I didn't think that undead person was still following.] |
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Post by Sera Williams on Jan 8, 2005 7:09:38 GMT
(OoC. I missed it. Sorry. Won't post on no sleep again I promise!)
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jan 9, 2005 21:25:34 GMT
[OOC: With that in mind, would you like to edit your earlier post?]
*Drassandre decides to address the woman.*
Drassandre: 'I saw what happened. Are you alright?'
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Post by Sera Williams on Jan 10, 2005 2:37:52 GMT
(OoC- Done. Thank you)
Yes ma'am I am.... but is there some place I could go? My friend here is wounded. *Sera was still cradling the bird to her chest looking over her shoulder once more for that horrible danger. Swallowing a bit she stared at Drassandre obviously lost and terrified.*
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